Legend of Mautau: Angelorum Lux

Ch 20: Justice

        Faintly lit, the large meeting room had an eerie feeling to it, not at all reduced by the people who were just taking their seats at long table in the middle of the room. Outside the large windows lining the wall, the ruins within the vast wasteland outside the citadel could barely be seen. Dark clouds covered the skies. At the head of the table sat Alastor, and as the last of those in the room took their seats, he said, “Thank you all for coming, I know you all are no doubt busy with the tasks already assigned to you…” Alastor pressed a button under the edge of the table, and on the table in front of each of those seated there, holo-projectors came to life and created holographic computer screens. Upon the screens, in addition to a great deal of information, was an image of Grey. Folding his hands on the tabletop, Alastor said, “I assume you are all familiar with the person you see before you. During the two years he was under our… employ, Matthew Greyson, The Black Knight, was conditioned to become my personal vessel. While for the most part our experiments to make him into a suitable vessel failed, since he has been under the care of my dear brother Gabriel the Immortal, he has been developing his powers on his own at a greatly increased rate. While this could play in our favor, it is imperative we place him under our control before he becomes too dangerous to us. This is why I have personally taken action over the last week attempting to reclaim him, however…” As Alastor paused as one of those seated at the table began to laugh quietly, and said, “However you failed, is that not correct Alastor?” 

        It was a man, who looked in his early thirties, with short, very dark blue hair who wore glasses. Behind those glasses the intense blue color of his eyes could be seen. With a smug grin, the man continued, “Rather disappointing results for our great leader, the mighty Alastor Bastille… It’s been three years since we made ourselves known to the world, and even longer that we’ve been hiding in the shadows, but look how little progress we’ve made! Still we spend our time gathering materials for your anomalies, experimenting with energists and ancient technologies, or manipulating The Council from within. How much longer must we wait for your grand plan to come to fruition? If you cannot muster the power to deal with a child like Greyson who has yet to even realize his true abilities, are you really the one who should be in charge of our organization?” The man’s eyes suddenly grew wide and he began to convulse violently. One of the others was about to move to his aid, but Alastor said commandingly, “Unless you want to him to perish, do not interfere.”

        As the others looked on, Alastor calmly rose from his chair and walked over to stand beside the man as he continued to convulse. In his chillingly empty voice, Alastor said, “Is this a suitable show of power, Professor? Tell me, have you forgotten all I have done for you? I saw your various talents, got you out of prison after that unfortunate event in Lamis, and even gave you a place in my organization. I gave you a gift, a gift given to all the most talented operatives of Altera Veritas. A gift which has granted you much of the power you now see fit to mock me with. I command the Nameless One. I lead Altera Veritas.” As suddenly as they had started, the Professor’s convulsions stopped. Slowly walking back to the head of the table, Alastor continued, “If I were to use my full strength, I would have more than enough power to obliterate you in an instant, yet I cannot risk it in my weakened condition lest I risk losing grasp of him. That is why you, my Revenants, have been summoned so that I may choose one among you to deal with the situation concerning young Mr. Greyson. If you are so concerned with results Professor, why don’t you handle it?” Taking his seat, Alastor said, “You have one week to take the necessary steps to ensure your experiments can continue without you. Defeat and capture the boy. I expect results Professor…” Breathing heavily as he still struggled to recover from his sudden episode, the Professor said, “Y-yes sir, leave it to me. I shall not fail you.”